( Every time they do this, every time they start pulling through a new batch of people, Dean saddles up and rides out from Cadens back to the dusty military outpost just on the off-chance. He could wait; just about everybody that gets summoned winds up migrating into the city proper, usually to stay at the same inn where the rest of them have congregated, but waiting isn't his style.
If any of his people are here, he's gotta know. It's practically an ingrained, genetic responsibility.
It means he's well-used to the mess hall, to the way it operates. That familiarity mixed with the rifle he wears strapped to his back means he's been approached by his fair share of new blood.
It usually doesn't go down like this:
The guy rolls up to him while he's strolling along with his tray, opens his mouth, and a whole bunch of British falls out. Dean looks up at him, about two seconds pass, and then the face journey starts. Double-take. Confusion. Disbelief. Recognition. Total incredulity. A glance around to see if anybody else is seeing this shit — but they aren't, and nobody cares, so it's back to just him riding this wild train over here by himself. )
No freakin' way! Shut the hell your mouth.
( To the tune of: whaaaaaaaaaaat?? )
Get the hell outta here. Seriously? Seriously. Seriously?
( Look, does he fanboy this guy as hard as he does Tony Stark? No, but... it's the freaking Doctor. )
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If any of his people are here, he's gotta know. It's practically an ingrained, genetic responsibility.
It means he's well-used to the mess hall, to the way it operates. That familiarity mixed with the rifle he wears strapped to his back means he's been approached by his fair share of new blood.
It usually doesn't go down like this:
The guy rolls up to him while he's strolling along with his tray, opens his mouth, and a whole bunch of British falls out. Dean looks up at him, about two seconds pass, and then the face journey starts. Double-take. Confusion. Disbelief. Recognition. Total incredulity. A glance around to see if anybody else is seeing this shit — but they aren't, and nobody cares, so it's back to just him riding this wild train over here by himself. )
No freakin' way! Shut the hell your mouth.
( To the tune of: whaaaaaaaaaaat?? )
Get the hell outta here. Seriously? Seriously. Seriously?
( Look, does he fanboy this guy as hard as he does Tony Stark? No, but... it's the freaking Doctor. )